The Wealth of All the Worlds Betrayal and mistrust the human coin And counterfeit the smile on a brother’s face Avarice the currency of note And love the bankrupt word of our disgrace. We launder funds to run our oiled machines That cater to fulfil man’s heinous need To plumb the sordid depths of his desire And with solemn handshakes hide our mounting greed. Now the soul’s account is in default And overdraught by Ego to retain Its dominance asserting all its will, The impoverished spirit unable to attain The wealth of God that lies within its grasp, The gold and silver of Divine decree. Must we continue as we have before, Accou

Seasons of Love It is the blossom time of love Where mind a lagging runner falls Before the avalanche of joy When the heart for beauty calls. It is the summer time of love When every page is read aloud And every touch a special thrill As blossom flowers in a crowd That lift the soul and fix the eye On the beloved countenance A moment in eternity. It is the autumn time of love When passion rests and words are done A time of silent love when Grace Unites our souls to be as one. It is the winter time of love When one must go, the other stay To live alone and contemplate The Infinity we live each day.

The Yogi When I was young they took me to the sea. My mother saw a blowfish stunned or dying And with her hand she guided it towards me. In my head I heard the creature crying. I wept and pleaded for its swift release. Reluctantly she let is swim away For her first born son whom she wished to please. I learned of sorrow and distress that day And felt within my soul another's pain. Once my father soundly scolded me, "Let nothing suffer by your hand again, If you

Peace In All Its Power I work as all men born on earth must work Who labour the long hours in the soil, An intimacy with the silent world Of growing things and though it seems like toil As the human body weakens with the years, There is contentment too and offering Of life to beauty, an intense delight To see through leaves and hear the flowers singing, Watch a leaflet flutter without a breeze, Sensing the hovering hummingbird's return. Yet is there more, the fingers touching earth, The heightened sense of wonder as I burn With the flaming maple and hold the lily's cup And drink the splendour of the waning day As cri

A Vision God the potter moulds our clay, God the smithy uses fire, God the sculptor chips away To fashion us as something higher Than the half animal we are, And though we are resistant still He works his magic from afar, Divinity in us he will, Accepts the cross, rejects the crown, Immortal dons the human mask, By sacrifice the way is shown And lightened is the daunting task To rise above our mortal state Participants in

The Peace That Inner Silence Brings II 1/28/08 And though my poems prove valueless to men, Woven in this dress of earthly life, Poorly robed and sadly ill-defined Still would I write these lines that drifting down Like snow upon the silent floor of night To honour the muses of eternity. Unskilled as poet and undoubtedly no sage I grasp the hem of thoughts that will not die. I have no private cache of well-turned words Or phrases to impress the literate fold And I would borrow not from other's gold To speak the syllables that alter time. Perhaps these thoughts are chimeras of mind But only in my deeper self I find The

Descent of the New Music In a consecrated hall A candle lit whose symbol flame Inspires us to chant as one The syllable that can transform, Bring down the music and the force On earth and in the hearts of men. It waits for unity of souls, A consecrated gathering Forgoing ego, forgetting self, One holy body aspiring. Silence, then an opening And the subtle music comes Flowing into the instruments And penetrating to the cells. Harmonies unvoiced b

Prepare I hear in me when the smaller self retires The swelling of the voices of the sea, Feel in my bones the pure and cleansing fires Lit once in my spirit’s antiquity. Perhaps the ignorance of occult things Hides a blessing rather than a curse Have we not our fill of earthly sorrows’ stings, Illness, suffering and death, and worse, The loss of light and friends that soon betray The love we offered from a heart of love, And friendships shattered in a single day. Still towards a greater truth we move Unsealing God’s supernal mystery A laughter rings throughout the scented air I hear an echo from eternity Prepare, O man, prepare, prepare, prepare.

The Bud of Blossoming Divinity Unconscious I was born and unaware, Breaking into body with the soul, Of past accomplishments, of death and deeds, The chasms and the peaks before the fall Into the form that now I claim as mine. I have lived so many lives in one, Growing slowly, ever more aware That all I have achieved sums up to none Until the mind is stilled, the heart so wide That all the world is in its love contained, All desires conquered and all grief Subdued that spirit's growth be not detained By temporal concerns, imagined needs, Fleeting joys, failure and success That bind our feet and clip the wings of flight, D

Muse of Splendour Into the silent mind a vision comes Other than these earthly eyes can see, And words with the insistency of drums Beat on, the silver laugh of poetry. O Muse of Splendour I offer the empty cup, Fill me with divine humility, Impoverished though I am you raise me up To reaches where the Word is alchemy. For through these halting rhythms, failing lines You open me to God's infinity And slowly my soul with beauty and truth aligns Awakened to the occult mystery. A gathering stillness now envelopes me And gratitude to set the spirit free.